Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Your spring fling is warm and sandy.
Yay, it's spring break, and you're at the beach. You're relaxing on a towel in the afternoon sun when you feel something gross land on your leg. A little kid is tossing clumps of wet sand at you, and laughing his stupid little head off. The next clump hits you right in the eye, but before you can even react, someone swoops in, grabs the sand thrower, and starts apologizing profusely. You shake your head, blink a few times, and focus your eyes on your bronze, sunkissed rescuer, who says, "My mom just asked me to watch my little brother for five minutes, and I didn't realize he'd turn psycho. Are you OK?"
"I'm fine," you say as the tanned cutie reaches over to brush some sand off your cheek.
"Let me make it up to you... maybe with an ice cream? I know a great place down the beach." You agree, because you're feeling extremely attracted to this tanned cutie -- and ice cream is always good. A moment later, their mom returns and takes the little one inside for a nap, leaving the two of you alone. The cutie strokes your cheek again, gives you a flirty glance, and says "There was a bit more sand. Either that or I just like how your skin feels."
Laughing, you reach down, grab a handful of sand, and toss it at the cutie, just so you can say, "Oh, you have some sand in your hair. Let me get that for you." You chase each other down the beach, kicking off the best sand war of all time... until the cutie puts just one speck of sand on your lips, leans in lips first, and says "Let me get that for you..." You'll never look at sand the same way again. 
